May 10, 2005 00:18
I feel like blah.
Which, ultimately, is not the best way to feel during IB exams. I spent all of last night and today with an unswallowable lump lodged in my throat, making my voice weeze and my cough hack, and I'm looking forward to another restless night filled with bizarre dreams and strange thoughts.
At least I'm not dreaming about the origins of the Cold War.
Or maybe I should be dreaming about the origins of the Cold War... Can you review for something in your sleep?
Maybe I'll find out tonight.
The only way to find out is to go to sleep.
So,
Goodnight to all,
Ramy
P.S. Tomorrow should be interesting, seeing as I'll be spending my afternoon reliving my HOA days in preparation for Paper 3. Where is Ms. Schloegel when you need her?
In Thailand apparently, having a Thai baby.
P.P.S. I've said this already, but just to make it "official." To everyone in Sweeney Todd: give yourselves a nice, hefty pat on the back. You were so good, I went thrice (and loved it each time).